It’s a dark and stormy night when we pick back up where we left off at Seattle Mercy Death (Hey! We didn’t say it Christina did). The chief (No, not Owen – if only! We mean the real chief!!!) is still somewhat frazzled and unconscious in a pool of electrified water, worryingly  resembling a scene from the Gremlins. Despite his unfortunate predicament, Webber’s dulcet tones fill our ears for the voiceover.

 

As the first montage of the season begins we are thrown back into a typical day at Sloan-Grey Memorial. Baby Bailey Grey Shepard (Sloan Torres Robbins!?) has just been born in standard life threatening fashion. Callie is none too pleased with Arizona’s new venture into the field of gynaecology, but to be fair, Laurens can be irresistible (speaking of which, she made a pretty quick dash for the exit).  It looks like there may be no encore for poor Matthew (see what we did there?), as Kepner awaits Jackson’s response to her declaration of love. Cut to Owen who has summoned Team Hospital Takeover to listen to his heart wrenching speech about the necessary closure of the ER, which ultimately falls on deaf ears as usual. Meanwhile Alex is on his way to funky town yet again in the on-call room, this time with the last intern on his to-do list, Jo (Okay maybe we are being too harsh, he seems to like this one). Cue the entrance of the muddy fire fighters, interrupting the sexy-times, so that the real drama can officially begin.

 

The storm has caused a mud-slide and the doctors have a whole new batch of patients to deal with. Well, not all the doctors: Christina and Meredith are able to find time amidst the chaos for a little ‘person’ time, snuggling up for a nap on Meredith’s hospital bed. Christina wonders whether having two Baileys might not be confusing, and Meredith delivers possibly the best line of the episode.

 

“If I say Bailey peed on me, I think it’s safe to say I’m talking about my son”

 

How we laughed. Oh and Christina gives us some free promotion by yelling “RAWRRR” when her pager goes off!

 

Back in the ER we meet a key player in the first two episodes; Lady Who Won’t Stop Asking About Her House. Alas, nobody gives a crap. Speaking of giving a crap, Bailey is the only person who seems to be concerned by Webber’s disappearance. On the case is Ross/‘Happy’/Smash (we have been watching a lot of Friday Night Lights lately), but he seems to be becoming a lot more unpleasant (this will be a word we use A LOT in our Shondaland recaps) as he tricks little Mousey Brookes into taking over the mission.

 

Webber’s evil plan to kill off each surgeon one by one begins in his darkened lair of the basement (Okay, so maybe that’s an idea for a spin-off). But really, as soon as Mousey steps into the frazzle-pool we can probably assume that Webber will win out in this week’s game of Who Get To Live, as the curse of the interns and minor characters looms.

 

We should probably mention now that it is good day to save lives, as the mystery of The Sharpie Saviour begins. Soon the whole hospital takes to sharpie-ing their patients, as the electronic chart systems breaks down. Ah, back to the good ol’ days.

 

It all heats up - and not in the good way- for Calzona, as Callie refuses the assistance of Arizona in the OR (I mean, can you blame her? I’d rather have Bailey over my cheating wife of a surgeon any day).

 

We get to witness some brief intern banter which Meredith quickly puts to a stop in the manner of a stern mother controlling her squabbling children. We just can’t help but feel that these baby interns still don’t match up to the original batch. All the while, Baby Boy intern Ross’ attempts to offload the Webber Case backfire, as Shepard still wants his Mousey. Edwards isn’t having too much fun either, as the man whose colon is being pushed up into his chest involuntary relieves his faeces all over her scrubs (You would think after that we could have bothered to remember her name without having to IMDB it).